Someone cares a lot for you.
Wherever you are, whatever you do.
Cares if you are troubled, ill or sad.
Cares if you are happy, well and glad.
Someone loves your ways.
Someone loves your smile.
The things that make our silly lives worthwhile.
The safety in solitude.
Sounds great, I’ll build my own tomb.
So when at eve and your sun is setting and your mind from care, is free.
When on absent friends you are thinking, won’t you sometimes think of me?